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years of age or are offended by accounts of rape, DO NOT READ THIS STORY.
This is a work of fiction; it contains a parody of characters taken from Star
Trek, The Next Generation. There is no intent to inflinge on copyrights owned
by Paramount or by the producers of Star Trek. (And sueing us will do no
good since there is no money being made here.) No fictional characters were
injured in the making of this story.

Ster Trek - The Next Generation: The Taking Of Troi (mmm+/f,ff/f,gangrape)
by Simon Girty

"Computer, estimate time to arrival at Rigas 7."

"Estimated time to Rigas 7 is 12 hours, 13 minutes, 37 seconds at current
speed and heading."

"Wonderful," sighed Deanna Troi, twelve more hours of boredom alone in a
scuttlecraft, and then I begin the ultimate in boredom, A Starfleet
counselors' professional development conference. She grimaced and spoke
again, "Computer list available..."
Suddenly Troi stopped speaking; she felt something, a telepathic tingling of
growing intensity. Something was wrong, she thought. "Computer, scan sector.
Is there anything there?"

"Scanning. Negative signs... correction.. sensors indicatea D-7 class
battlecruiser uncloaking 1200 kilometers off port. Do you wish to open
hailing frequency?"

But Troi was no longer listening for by now the tingling had become
overwhelming. It was like a malevant presence running amok inside her head.
Never had she felt anything with the intensity of this. Instinctively
gripping her head with both her hands, she struggled to make sense of it as
the lights in the scuttlecraft blinked and disappeared, the result of a
carefully aimed shot with a ship's phaser set on low power.

With the scuttle's shields down, it was only a millisecond before the
transporter beam locked on the struggling counselor. As she materialized on
the attacking ship, Troi was struck an almost physical blow as the intensity
of the psychic sensation which had effected her on the scuttle increased a
hundred times.She could not think. The sensations flooding into her mind
simply overwhelmed her.

The sensations were, she realized, directed at her specifically; it was
composed partly of intense lust ,the kind of lust she had so frequently
experienced in the brief unguarded thoughts of a crew member fantasizing
about her. But here the sensation was multiplied a thousand times over and
mixed with raw hatred to become a monster tearing at her mind. With great
difficulty, she forced herself to discipline her mind's portal, to attempt
to shut out the horrible feelings which were flooding into her open mind.
While she could not close her mind to this horror, she could and did slow
down the torrent of horrible feelings, feelings of pain and lust, flooding
her mind.

Slowly,Troi regained enough control to become aware of her surroundings. What
she saw was as terrifying as the sensations filling her mind. She saw that
she was in a strange ship though the surroundingswere familiar enough for her
to recognize them as the mess deck of a Klingon warship. The smell was
unmistakable. All around her were Klingons clad in their familiar black
syntholeather, glaring at her with an intensity which was as frightening as
the sensations of desire and hatred she sensed emulating from these men.

There were dozens of them surrounding her silently, motionless except for the
uniform hand movements as each man stroked his exposed cock. She was
overwhelmed by the crude maleness of their urges and knew instinctively what
they wanted of her.

"NO," She screamed, "YOU CANNOT DO THIS!"

Troi's natural haughtiness and the impetuous tone of her command served only
to enflame the collected male Klingons. Aroused by her resistance, they were
in no mood to listen to her pleas. They advanced upon the defiant woman. Two
of them grabbed her arms and twisted them painfully behind her back to force
her to hold her still as another used his long knife to cut her Starfleet
tunic.

Troi's brown eyes widened in fear as the tip of the oddly shaped blade
invaded the counselor's low cleavage to rest in the deep valley between her
breasts. The pink, very feminine garment opened easily at a touch of the
long, sharp blade as the Klingon ran the knife down Troi's torso. Since she
wore no bra, two large breasts jumped into view, the red nipples erect from
her fear. Her heavy cone shaped breasts swayed as she struggled against the
men, further enflaming them.

The Klingon kept cutting the pink fabric, his blade traveling just above her
flat, trembling stomach to her crotch. With a double slash to cut first her
pants and then her panties, her dark bush was revealed to the watching
Klingon warriors. Thick cunt hair covered her vagina, hiding it, for the
moment, from the hungry eyes of the Klingons.

In their haste they had left the shreds of the tunic around her shoulders and
back; they, and her shoes, were the only covering they left the cowering
woman as they stripped her of her pride and self assurance along with her
clothing.

Each time Deanna felt the cold of the knife, a spasm of fear cut through her.
She shivered, moaning and flinching as the cold steel cut away her uniform to
expose her slender, athletic body.

One Klingon grabbed her left leg in his powerful hands and pulled it open to
reveal her hair coveredcunt, her prominent clitoris and the thick, reddish
outer lips of her cunt clearly visible through dark forest of her cunt hair.

The reality of her powerlessness as well as the terrifying way they had
stripped her filled the once proud Deanna with fear as well as shame. She
felt so very helpless as she struggled against the Klingons' strong hands.
Never had she felt so powerless. It was a new sensation for the haughty
Starfleet officer. Accustomed to holding the upper hand by virtue of her
telepathic powers, her new helplessness filled her with terror as she
realized finally how much at the Klingons' mercy she was. Unfortunately she
knew that there was no mercy to be expected from Klingons. Only murmurs of
"'IH" from the lips of the watching men as theypawed her now nude body.

"NO!..I WILL NOT...NO..I FORBID IT...YOU CANNOT........LEAVE MEALONEYOU YOU..
ARE.... ANIMALS!....YOU..ARENUCH!..NO, LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"YLMEV BE'!," ordered the largest of the men.

At this orders, another man picked up her shredded panties and stuffed them
into her screaming mouth; then, as another man heldher head still by gripping
her long, dark hair in his fists, hesecured the shredded panties in her mouth
by using a strip ofher destroyed uniform tied around her frantically shaking
head.

In a second the furious but now panic strickened Troi had her arms also
secured together behind her back with unbreakable plasticties at her wrists
and at her elbows. Then males stood back to admire their handiwork. Deanna
was left standing at the center of a circle of huge Klingon males with her
hands tied and gagged with her own panties, spreading a faint taste of her
own sex through her mouth.

She was literally stamping her feet, her limbs left unbound, in fear and
frustration. Her long dark hair flew around her face as she turned first one
way then another in desperate search for a nonexistent escape. Her breasts
swayed with each turn, their weight keeping them in constant motion; her
large, brown eyes pleaded silently with the Klingons surrounding her.

Then the apparent leader, man who had ordered her gagged, picked her up in
his muscular arms. He held her there with her feet above the deck as he
stared into her pleading eyes where a mixture offear and anger were clearly
visible. He laughed in her face, and then casually tossed her onto one of the
mess tables.

Stunned, Deanna lay sprawled on the cold metal, her vagina open and
vulnerable. Still laughing, the Klingon followed the helpless woman onto the
table, pinning her legs with his own as he searched for her cunt with his
long, ridged cock. Under normal circumstances, Deanna Troi's femaleness would
have responded instinctively to the overwhelming maleness of the Klingon.
Now that instinctive response was overwhelmed by the fear she felt as the
Klingon's cock forced its way inside her cunt. The shock of the physical
assault weakened her mental defenses, allowing a new flood of sensations into
her mind, raping Troi mentally as well as physically. She tried to protest
through the gag, producing a muffled "AHHH!...NOOOO!.......PLEASEEE...STOP...
NOOO!"

Tears streamed from her wide, almond shaped eyes as the long ridged cock
filled her dry vagina painfully. Trapped against the table, Troi could only
stare up at the grinning face of her attacker as he filled her mind with his
overwhelming lust, impaling heron his rigid cock. Her body shook with the
force of his thrusts; they made her cone shaped breasts move in a circle.

Mindless sounds of fear and suffering escaped her gagged mouth as Deanna lay
there on the table suffering under the brutal assault of the tall, muscular
Klingon."Ohh...ummm..umm..ahh...nooo...ahh!...pleaseee...umhhh..."

The huge Klingon ignored her pleas, mindlessly chanting "JEGH. BE'" as he
beat her into submission with his cock.

Deanna could see no alternative to the surrender he demanded; she could
hardly breath with the pounding the Klingon was giving her. Her cunt was
being stretched beyond anything she had ever experienced. The Klingon
leader's cock filled her, forcing the breath, almost the life, out of her.

The feeling of his cock battering its way through her uterus seemed to
Deanna's fevered mind to join with the sensations flooding her mind, feelings
of impalement, of his cock tearing her apart. She tried to relax herself to
accommodate the huge invader, but to no avail. The mental and physical agony
seemed to go on forever for the trapped Starfleet officer.

Finally, Deanna felt his cum, a flood of hot liquid filling her with his
seed. With an infinite feeling of relief, Deanna sensed him withdrawing his
still hard cock from her abused cunt. Slowly, his weight left her.

Deanna's relief was short lived. As soon as the first attacker had left her,
another Klingon pressed her against the table and entered her cum soaked,
open cunt. More feelings of hate and lust from the new male attacker filled
her confused mind as soon as his large Klingon cock entered her. He fucked
her brutally, in the Klingon manner. But his rape was cruel even by his
people's standards. He thrust his cock into her as if he meant to stabher
through her heart with his cock, venting his hatred of the Federation into
this one woman's body.

Deanna was sure that he was tearing her insides to pieces, shredding the
lining of her cunt despite the lubrication of the first Klingon's cum.
Because of that cum, the Klingon's cock was making loud and wet, squishy
sounds as he plowed into her open sex, embarrassing the reserve Deanna even
now with the sheer sluttiness of the sound.

Harder and harder he fucked the helpless Troi. Finally, he lifted Troi in his
muscular arms, holding her suspended on his cock. Using his immense strength,
he moved her up and down on his cock, letting her own weight drive his cock
into the moaning woman.

Deanna tried to wrap her legs around him to keep herself from being split in
two by his cock. Despite her attempts at resistance, he filled her with his
cock, using her cunt like a fist to masturbate himself with the helpless
Betazoid. Screaming, her breasts flying from the force of his fucking, Troi
was impaled upon the Klingon's cock as the others cheered. When he too was
finished and had filled her with his huge load of cum, he through her back
onto the table and the cock of the next Klingon.

Again and again a Klingon cock filled her cunt as changing sensations of her
attackers' hate and lust filled her mind. Soon the exhausted Troi lay on the
table, her cunt open and dripping streams of thick, Klingon cum onto the
tabletop. Her eyes glazed and confused, she could only moan in pain and
humiliation, overwhelmed by the repeated rapes.

Her attacker paused only for a moment to explore her stretched, cum sloppy
cunt with his large hand before choosing her still virgin asshole instead. He
flipped her over onto her stomach and pried her asscheeks apart with his huge
hands to stare at the tiny star of her asshole. Then, to the cheers of his
companions, he used his thumbs to open that tiny hole and force the large,
blunt head of his cock into that tiny opening.

As Troi screamed, he forced himself into her ass channel inch by painful inch
until his large cock was halfway into her. Troi's mind was overwhelmedby the
pain, it seemed as if a cock the size of a proton torpedo was forcing its way
inside her, tearing her apart.

The Klingon forced himself further into her ass channel, opening her asshole
to fit his arm size cock. She felt the wiry hair of his crotch press against
her asscheeks. He was totally inside her now; Troi could not believe that his
huge cock was inside her tiny asshole even though the intense pain of her
stretched asshole told her differently. He was filling her, making it
difficult to even breath especially with the gag still in her mouth. As she
desperately gasp for breath, another Klingon tore the strips of cloth from
her face, allowing Troi to spit out the gag and suck in a lungful of air.

Unfortunately, as she opened her mouth to breath, a large erect cock forced
its way in. Troi initially gagged on the Klingon's cock. He grabbed her hair
and jerked her head back to open a passage for his cock, forcing her mouth
open as he pushed his cock deeper into her, the head of his cock battering
the against the opening of her throat.

The two Klingons worked in tandem. As one impaled her ass, the other Klingon
thrust into her painfully open mouth, trapping her between them and
simultaneously subjecting her to the overwhelmingly obscene thoughts coming
from both their minds. Troi could not resist; she could only lie between the
two Klingons, battered physically and mentally, cum already dripping in
streams out of her raped vagina.

After the first pair had deposited their thick loads of warm, gray cum in her
open mouth and asshole and withdrawn, a second pair of attackers took their
places. Deanna could feel the slimycum coating her throat and burning the
taste buds in her mouth. Her face was forced into the new Klingon's crotch,
gagging her as his large cock filled her mouth. Her anal passage burned with
a fire stoked by the pounding she was receiving from the Klingon sodomizing
her.

Klingons only knew one way to fuck, she thought helplessly; their idea of
sex differed from their concept of battle only in their choice of weapons.
Through it all, her big, brown eyes could only stare hopelessly into the
Klingon's hairy crotchas he used her long dark hair to control her, fucking
her face as if it were a Klingon cunt.

Her thick, red lips were stretched and stained redder than ever with her own
blood as a result of the battering he was giving her face. The waiting
Klingons could actually see the head of his cock moving down her throat,
expanding it cruelly and making the soft white skin bulge as it forced its
way down her gullet.

She felt other hands now; hands running overher breasts and weighing them,
squeezing them, even trying to crush them with strong, callused fingers as
their companions raped her two open, cum dripping holes. Throughout it all,
feelings of hate and lust flooded her mind as she was literally split
wideopen by the Klingons' cocks filling her body.

As the Klingon using Troi's mouth delighted in the wet, caresses of her
tongue on the underside of his cock and the pressure of her throat on his
cockhead, his companion enjoyed the tightness of Troi's ass. Now, after
several sodomizes and the coating ofher ass chute with their cum, her back
passage was slick and open-though still far smaller than the width of the
cocks plundering her nether hole. The males howled their war cries as they
rutted into her captive body, trapping it between their thrusts as Troi
screamed and moaned helplessly under them.

As the others enjoyed the body of the captive Federation Officer, the
erstwhile leader of the Klingons stood to the side swillinga Romulan ale, the
second benefit of this job to his mind. He watched carefully to ensure that
no one ran amok, as rutting Klingons were want to do. The sight of her
helpless body being impaled by two cocks caused his cock to stir again. He
stared transfixed at her face, covered as it was with cum. Her eyes found
his, pleading for help. He smiled at the begging eyes, enjoying the sight of
the proud officer's degradation and shouting encouragement as the Klingon
raping her mouth used her long, cum specked hair to pull her face onto his
cock, driving her face into his cock hair.

As Troi suffocated in the wiry forest, the second Klingon drove her face even
deeper into the Klingon's crotch by slamming harder and harder into her open
ass. Klingon after Klingon attacked her soft white body, repeatedly using her
asshole, her cunt, and her mouth while still others pawed her nude body. All
three holes dripped streams of cum as she lay there helplessly under their
attacks. Her stomach was full of the foul tasting scum which she had been
forced to gag down in order to breath. Her lips and chin were covered with it
and it coated her mouth, making the strong, feral taste of Klingon cum an
overwhelming part of her consciousness. Rivers of the graystuff ran from her
open cunt and asshole and down her legs to collect on the cold metal mess
table.

Deanna lost all conceptof time; she could only concentrate on trying to
endure as she was assaulted mentally and physically by countless males. To
her fevered mind, the attack seemed to go on forever. She passed inand out of
consciousness, floating in a sea of cum and pain until suddenly she realized
that the cocks were no longer inside her. They had finished with her.

Gratefully, she drifted off into a senseless sleep. But she was not allowed
to sleep. A foot was pressing against her swollen, sore cunt, and a voice
tried to penetrate her dazed mind. A female voice.

"Wake up you Betazoid slut! I want you to see what is going to happen."

Troi painfully opened her eyes to see a mirage.

"Yar, she thought out loud, no, it cannot be you; you're dead."

"No Slut! I am not Yar, and I am not dead! Though soon all your friends on
the Enterprise will be dead."

Troi slowly realized that the woman before her was Sela, Yar's half Romulan
daughter. The same slender but muscular body and the same fine blonde hair
she had found so fascinating about her mother, but with the pointed ears and
hard eyes of the Romulan soldier. "What do you mean? What about the
Enterprise?"

"It is coming here... to save you, slut. Only there will be a surprise
waiting for it. Four of our cloaked warships waiting just inside the border
to destroy it when it crosses over into our territory looking for their poor
kidnapped counselor."

"They know I'm here?" Troi asked, her mind confused eventhough she could
sense no deception in the woman's mocking words.

"Oh, they will soon. We've sent the signal. I'll show it to you on the
monitor later. It's a recording of your rape by the Federation hating Klingon
renegades who make up this crew. The losers in their civil war, thanks to the
Enterprise. That interesting sight should bring Picard running, don't you
think? Even though he'll know that the signal comes from inside the neutral
zone, he'll still feel compelled to come, won't he. It's that damned sense of
compassion you humanoids have, isn't it."

Troi knew that the Romulan was not lying. The Enterprise was going to be
lured into a trap because of her. And worse, she realized, her friends on the
Enterprise would see her rape. The sense of humiliation that came over her as
she realized that made her body shudder.

"Now, while we wait, let's have a good time. You know the Duras sisters I
believe, Luras and B'Etor. I didn't want them in our little video, but
there's no reason they cannot have their fun now. Is there Lovers?"

Luras, the elder sister, used her foot to turn Troi on her back. She
straddled the cowering woman as Luras unzipped the syntholeather crotch piece
form her black uniform, exposing her hairy cunt to Troi's fearful gaze.
Slowly, she sat down, her cunt hair covering Troi's face as she ordered, "EAT
ME, YOU FEDERATION WHORE!"

Sela kissed the taller, more muscular B'Etor, and then knelt by Troi's legs.
"Did you realize that the Federation English word for happiness and the
Klingon word for torture are spelled the same; J-O-Y? Oh, of course you did;
you Betazoids know everything, don't you. Well, do you know what a Klingon
pain stick feels like?"

As she finished speaking, the Romulan put the end of the metalcylinder to
Troi's abused cunt and triggered it. Despite the weight of the Klingon woman
sitting on her face, Troi's body arched upward, nearly throwing Luras off
her. "WHHHH.....OHHHHH!," Troi screamed.

"NOW YOU SLUT, EAT HER! HARD... DO IT HARD..BITE HER SLUT!"

Frantically, Deanna reached out with her tongue to lap at the hairy, strong
smelling cunt of the Klingon, searching for the little finger size clit which
she knew was hidden in the hair. Quickly, she found it, and set about
caressing it with the flat of her tongue, all the while trying to ignore the
strong, almost feral, taste and stink emulating from the cunt of the big
Klingon woman.

As Troi serviced her sister, B'Etor positioned herself behind Luras. She used
the fingers on one hand to spread Troi's cum encrusted, swollen cunt lips.
Slowly she inserted the fingers of her other hand, spreading the red lips
with increasing force until her whole hand-covered in a fingerless, black
glove with large metal studs was inside the Betazoid's once small cunt
opening.

With an evil smile, B'Etor formed her large hand into a fist and, using her
strong arm muscles, began to piston her fist back and forth inside Troi. In
a moment, she was fisting the captive Starfleet Officer with all her
considerable strength, making Troi'ssmooth stomach bulge with each awful
punch as the fist shredded the remains of her womb.

The watching Sela stared at the dual,lesbian rape. Then she slowly traced the
tip of the pain stick up Deanna's torso to the erect, elongated nipple of her
left breast.

"I said BITE HER CLIT, YOU BITCH! Klingons like it rough!" sneered the blonde
Romulan as she pressed the pain stick deepinto the woman's breast and pressed
the button.
_ _ _

"Captain, We have a message arriving with Counselor Troi's prefix."

"Very well, Mr. Worf. Probably wants to tell us how much fun she is having at
her conference. Put it on viewscreen," replied the Captain in a resigned
voice.

In an instant a bigger than life Troi occupied the viewscreen. The nude woman
had obviously been gang raped; she seemed to be dripping great streams of cum
out of all three of her holes. Troi was surrounded by a forest of erect cocks
jutting out of black uniforms, Klingon cocks. The only sounds were the
Klingon sounds of lust, low and deep, and the counselor's faint moans as
she gagged on a huge, Klingon cock. Her face clearly conveyed the agony and
degradation she was experiencing, an impression increasedas the camera panned
in until the counselor's cum smeared, bruised, cock filled face filled the
wide screen, her huge brown eyes pleadingwith them for help.

"Captain," said Commander Data, "This does not appear to be a Starfleet
conference."

"I can see that, Mr. Data! Thank you for again stating the obvious!" grunted
the annoyed Captain as he tugged at his uniform jacket. Why, he wondered for
the million time, can't Starfleet make a uniform that fits. "What can you
tell me that I cannot see for myself?"

"The transmission is coming from INSIDE the Neutral Zone, Sir."

"Hmmm, Captain!" shouted the horrified Commander Riker, "We must do
something!"

"Quite right, Number One." said Picard, "Make a note. No more long trips in
scuttlecraft. Everytime someone does that, this is the sort of thing that
happens. Romulans kidnapping people, the time continuum getting screwed up...
I wouldn't stand for it any longer."

"But Sir...Deanna?"

"Oh, her!" mused Picard, "Well Number One, I always found her very...
annoying; never liked her. Always droning on about 'I sense no deception' and
such dribble. Useless... And that mother of hers! She's certainly not worth
risking war over. Leave her where she is. It looks as if she has finally
found a position which suits her."

The End.

    

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